Dancing is not that appealing after work
So I let the the world dance for me
I love to watch and keep time with my mind
Autumn leaves swirl through through the air
Floating gently like snowflakes soon to come
Tap dancing fairy rhythms like a knock on the door
When they strike my canvas coat
Gathering stirring whispering singing
A protest movement against the winter wind
Til armor clad gusts push them into full scale riot
I try to exert my control over autumn leaves
I snap at heels and shepherd them in corral piles
The grip of my hand and pull of stubborn leaves
Reawakens languid summer muscle memory
Of wide shovels and heavy snow
I trudge along tunnel streets of trees holding hands
They bow they moan they mumble they stiffly sway
Stately old men knotted yet strong hosting Cotillion
On the stage of my deck and yard
A cold but handsome Baryshnikov breeze
Stirs up ballerina leaves to follow his lead
The rain clouds roll in like ocean swells
A chill wind on my neck like a spectre's kiss
I'm the intrepid adventurous archaeologist spelunking
Scarab shell leaves crunch grimly underfoot
The musty decay sets off sneezes and sniffles
Is the undiscovered pharaoh tomb around the corner
Walking past the skeletal cemetery trees I see
Gold flake autumn leaves covering crumbling tombs
The dusty markers stand a chorus line of headboards
Above a crimson pumpkin lemon drop leaf quilt
Tucking in and keeping warm loved ones
Thier dance is done save for the occasional rustle
Of weary bones shifting into a better position
Autumn leaves swirl through through the air
Autumn leaves swirl through through the air
Floating gently like snowflakes soon to come
Tap dancing fairy rhythms like a knock on the door
When they strike my canvas coat
Gathering stirring whispering singing
A protest movement against the winter wind
Til armor clad gusts push them into full scale riot
I try to exert my control over autumn leaves
I snap at heels and shepherd them in corral piles
The grip of my hand and pull of stubborn leaves
Reawakens languid summer muscle memory
Of wide shovels and heavy snow
I trudge along tunnel streets of trees holding hands
They bow they moan they mumble they stiffly sway
Stately old men knotted yet strong hosting Cotillion
On the stage of my deck and yard
A cold but handsome Baryshnikov breeze
Stirs up ballerina leaves to follow his lead
The rain clouds roll in like ocean swells
A chill wind on my neck like a spectre's kiss
I'm the intrepid adventurous archaeologist spelunking
Scarab shell leaves crunch grimly underfoot
The musty decay sets off sneezes and sniffles
Is the undiscovered pharaoh tomb around the corner
Walking past the skeletal cemetery trees I see
Gold flake autumn leaves covering crumbling tombs
The dusty markers stand a chorus line of headboards
Above a crimson pumpkin lemon drop leaf quilt
Tucking in and keeping warm loved ones
Thier dance is done save for the occasional rustle
Of weary bones shifting into a better position
Autumn leaves swirl through through the air
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